This is My Heroic Path

Arturia grabbed the blade of Lancelot's sword that was pressed against her neck, hot blood dripped from the palm of her hand along the sharp edge of the sword.

"Artoria?!" Kai grabbed Arturia's arm, but the girl's slender hands firmly grasped the blade of the sword, and her eyes never wavered.

"I am his court deacon, a member of the Knights of the Round Table, do you want to watch here? Are your swords just boring decorations?"

Silence enveloped the place, until a moment later, Gao Wen interrupted the silence.

"What are we going to do?"

Artoria looked at Lancelot.

He sighed softly, "Tell me what to do."

As the strongest Knight of the Round Table, he was attacked by a sneak attack and lost his combat power. If there is a way for him to remedy this situation, that would be great.

"Thank you." Arturia thanked her sincerely, "The method is very simple."

She held Rungomigniad in her hands, and raised her emerald green eyes.

"Round table vote."

***

"Why are you working so hard?"

Vortigern hung in the sky, staring at the scarred white dragon, it couldn't understand it, it was even confused.

Possessing the blood of the white dragon, they are also kings, Vitigeng deliberately avoided An Zhiyu's attack, but An Zhiyu attacked as if desperate.

"Even if the injury can be recovered, the recovery speed will be slower every time. What's the point of working so hard?"

"I can't kill you, but you can't kill me either." Vitigeng didn't attack any further, it stared at An Zhiyu, and looked at those golden pupils that had obviously dimmed a lot, feeling overjoyed from the bottom of his heart.

An Zhiyu's recovery speed is obviously not as good as that of Vitigeng, or in other words, it is because An Zhiyu's attack is too desperate, hurting others but hurting himself more, so it has evolved into the current situation.

"Why bother, what good will it do you?" Voutigeng sighed, trying to shake An Zhiyu's heart.

"Obviously you can't be King Arthur anymore, why are you working hard? Even if you defeat me, you will lose all power and even be cast aside by others, just because you are a white dragon."

Voutigeng stared at An Zhiyu's vertical pupils, and slowly said: "If I were you, I would leave here now, instead of continuing to work hard when the recovery speed has been delayed so much."

An Zhiyu suddenly laughed, "Isn't it better not to be King Arthur?"

"what……?"

For a moment, Vortigern thought he had heard wrong.

"I said, if it doesn't work, it's pretty good!"

An Zhiyu bit Vitigeng again like lightning, and attacked so desperately again, Voutigeng didn't know whether he should be grateful or fearful.

It couldn't understand Anzhiyu's thoughts, but it was very glad that Anzhiyu lost his mind and kept taking such ferocious attacks.

Although it consumes a lot, if it goes on like this, there is really a chance to kill An Zhiyu. After all, An Zhiyu consumes much more than it does.

Two giant dragons rushed down from the clouds, fighting in the sky, the cold wind and drizzle passed quickly, and An Zhiyu's sharp claws pierced Vitigeng's neck, as if to pinch its head Vortigern's giant claws didn't even penetrate into Bailong's heart. They competed for their respective wound healing speeds, but Anzhiyu's wounds healed much slower than Vortigeng's.

"Even if you try your best, you still failed." Voutigeng grinned, and it threw An Zhiyu away.It no longer needs to fight so hard with the opponent, because it now has a great advantage, and can slowly consume An Zhiyu's physical strength until the end.

But at the same time that An Zhiyu was thrown out, Vitigeng suddenly felt his heart beating violently and his blood boiling.

It was An Zhiyu who was talking just now, he said a word

--die.

The magic dragon's wound healing was restricted in an instant, and the word of death sounded from the mouth of the god, and the mid-air centered on Anzhiyu turned into a dead object, and every time Vortigern's wound became more severe, it was torn apart immediately open.

An Zhiyu spoke again.

"die."

Every sound made An Zhiyu's scars increase a little, but Vortigern's injuries were more serious. The fiery light quietly dissolved Vortigern's body, and the half-melted liquid splashed from the sky.

"Crazy, you crazy!" Vortigern turned around in disbelief and wanted to escape, but was caught by An Zhiyu's wings, he threw Vortigern to the other side, and at the same time backed away .

Vortigern was puzzled by An Zhiyu's actions, but it soon felt a certain threat of death. Although it couldn't hear the sound, it could feel the dazzling light. It subconsciously looked down. On the ground, the blonde The girl held Rungomignard tightly, the Knights of the Round Table half-kneeled around her, and countless golden light spots gathered beside her.

The next moment, she opened her eyes.

Brilliant golden, golden eyes as bright as the day.

Artoria at this moment is so beautiful that it is breathtaking.

boom!

"That's...!" Vortigern's eyes widened suddenly. It flapped its wings and wanted to leave, but a red gun on the ground shot it in the chest. It wanted to move, but found it couldn't move at all.

"Gáe Bolg Alternative!"

The second red gun struck with a fiery light, and immediately after that, a golden beam of light burst into bloom!

"Holy Lance,"

Artoria raised her holy spear and looked up at the black dragon in the clouds.

"weigh anchor!"

There seemed to be some kind of voice roaring in the air, and the ground seemed to be shaking too. Artoria's golden eyes seemed to have sparks splashing like iron, and she tightly grasped the holy gun.